BECAUSE USTADZ I'M DISABLED
chapter 30

"Izin Papa and Mama first." Femila said with a smile that had a different meaning.

"Where might Mama and Papa allow." Inner Femila.

"I'll talk to them later." Ustadz said Mirza then stepped away leaving Femila who was still sitting in the living room.

"Please leave it." Femila muttered with a triumphant smile.

Clontang.

One message came in from her best friend Silla.

Good morning newlyweds. How was his first night?🤭🤭

"This kid's still working hours all the time sending a message." Femila Sewot

Why only two blue ticks?

Ledek Silla from there because Femila just read the message without replying.

I'm disturbing huh? Hasn't last night's goal finally continued until morning🤭? Or at all a match?🤣🤣

Silla.

"How dare he write like that! While he himself is single!"

What do I need to report to the boss, working hours are even fun chatting !

Reply Femila.

Not very fun. Why play a threat!😡😡

Gerrutu Silla's.

Femila laughed in satisfaction reading the reply of her best friend, Silla. Then close the WA application. Continue reading an article about the market and business.

One apple has been devoured and without taste two packs of snacks he was greedy too.

"Isst his battery can't be compromised." Femila's gerutu looked at his phone screen which showed the remaining 5 percent of the battery.

Femila got up from sitting, grabbed the crutches beside her and flanked them on both armpits. He quickly stepped into the bedroom. Opening the room door, slowly, raising his head but his gaze stopped when an ustadz Mirza was solemnly performing prayers.

Femila closed the door slowly. "Why is the changer near her anyway."

Because indeed, ustadz Mirza salat dhuha in the room, close to the nightstand and on the nightstand that the changer Femila is located.

The earth is still spinning on its axis, the sun is increasingly cornering to the West, red Mega appears to form a horizon line that depicts the sun in the sky tip but the sun has not been perfectly sunk in the dark of the night. Ustadz Mirza came out of his room after a full half day only in the room.

"Still sitting here?" Sapa ustadz Mirza on Femila.

"Hmmm"

"I've taken a shower, please take a shower, replace me who keeps the chair, maybe you're afraid of losing it."

"Not funny." Ketus Femila's. Stepping away from ustadz Mirza.

Ustadz Mirza snorted at the back of the woman who one day has officially become his wife. He followed Femila who had first entered the room because I had faintly heard the voice of the Maghrib.

"Do I want to wait for prayer?" Tawar ustadz Mirza on Femila who is still on the bathroom doorstep.

"Ustadz first." Answer Femila.

Ustadz Mirza nodded. "OK." Her speech.

Three rakaat ustadz Mirza tuning with khusuk. Finished his greetings continued with a short dhikr. Not to miss the care of his ba'diya also he tunaikan. Then grab the phone that's on the nightstand. Open the Quran app on the phone and read it verse by verse.

"Femila, your husband hasn't come out?" Ask Mama Anita who is ready at the dinner table for dinner.

"At least come out Ma."

"Issst this child from earlier the answer snapped again, pause again.

"What do you ask for?"

"Look, eat together."

"Gee Ma!" Femila Sewot.

"You guys why the hell, from the morning the storm continues." Sela papa Riyan's.

"Mama's starting to babble Pa." Report Femila.

"You are the same mom. Let papa call."

Just papa Riyan raised his butt, the person to be summoned appeared in their midst.

Papa Riyan positioned his seat as before.

"Sorry late Ma, Pa." Ustadz said Mirza then pulled up the chair beside Femila and occupied the chair.

Mama Anita held up the plate and brought rice to her husband.

Femila put a spoonful of food into her mouth.

"Have not prayed yet." Mirza utadz spoke near Femila's ear when the food just landed into Femila's mouth.

Sontak Femila spouted her food into the face of Ustadz Mirza in shock.

"Ma-sorry." Nervous Femila immediately took a tissue and thrust it into Ustadz Mirza.

Ustadz Mirza grabbed the tissue and cleaned his face. Femila then smiled.

"Oh my goodness, Femila. Nak Mirza whispers what the hell until you spout a meal." Ask mom Anita.

"Whispers the demon Ma." Femila replied, saying.

"Because there are people who eat without reading Ma's prayer." Ustadz Mirza stared at Femila's face.

Mama Anita smiled. "You are so sweet." Shone awe on the face of Anita's mother.

"As for Mama." Femila.

Mama Anita smiles winning.

"Lead the Pa prayer." Pinta Mama Anita's.

"Why should papa, you son. Papa's afraid the reading's wrong." Shift to ustadz Mirza.

"Please Papa."

"If it's wrong."

Ustadz Mirza nodded.

Bismilbornrahmanirrahim's. Allahhumma bariklana fiima rozaqtana wa qina adzabannar.

"Amen."

Speak in unison after the prayer is read by father Riyan.

"How's Pa's office work?" Ustadz Mirza opened a small talk on the sidelines of eating.

"Currently, but quite a lot of work because two days yesterday Papa was not allowed to enter work."

"If Mama, in the boutique quite a lot of buyers." Sela mama Anita's.

"Alhamdulillah." Connect ustadz Mirza.

"Who asked Ma." Lirih Femila's.

"Why Fem? Yeah at least mama's been busy from all day sitting in a chair to her seat was hollow so hot." Sindir mama Anita while smiling because mama Anita knows from mbok Mina that Femila all day sitting in the middle room chair.

"Mama!" Femila pursed her lips feeling insinuated with her mother's words.

"Geez Mama, Femila, it's always been that way." Papa Riyan said.

Ustadz Mirza just smiled to see the little quarrel Femila and Anita mama who was actually clearly pictured two women were actually loving each other.

"You don't need to be surprised, Mirza. Even every day they are like this. Sometimes familiar kebangetan, later a bit insinuating quip, quarreling for goods like a child." Papa Riyan shook his head.

"Father!" Four eyes stared at papa Riyan.

"Allow son, now they are compact with a gaze ready to pounce on papa." Papa Riyan shook his shoulders.

Ustadz Mirza smiled widely. "I envy you that Femila can still be with two parents who love you so much." The ustadz Mirza. But that smile immediately she pulled. "If it's like this, Mama Papa allowed Femila to stay in my house isn't it?" His mind is still monologuing.

"Pa, Ma." Ustadz Mirza said but hesitated to continue speaking.

Papa and Mama's call one week before the wedding was already pinned on both parents Femila at the request of Mama Anita.

"What's up, son?" Ask mom Anita.

"Sa - I asked permission to take Femila to move into my house." The sentence escaped from the mouth of Ustadz Mirza.

"Yes, please take it, son." Spontaneous mom Anita.

Ustadz Mirza was so shocked to hear the reply of Mama Anita but no less surprised by a figure who was beside ustadz Mirza, he widened his eyes.

"Mama! It seems like Mama was so happy that I brought people!" Kesal Femila's.

"Darling, the one who brought you is your husband."

"Pa! Don't you think papa would agree to it." Femila turned to her papa.

"Later Papa and Mama will often visit your house." Papa Riyan said.

"I'm actually a real child, not really. I'd like to take people to why your faces look so happy." Femila swept her lips and immediately took the crutches then stepped into her room.